"Your Highness, I would like to call your recovery ability a medical miracle!" Song Qingxue helped Xiahou Chongyuan stretch his legs in the house, and she was full of admiration for him.

"Thanks to the princess's excellent medical skills." In less than two months, his legs were able to recover to the point where he could walk, and that was truly all thanks to Song Qingxue.

During this period of time, he invited many doctors to come to his house to treat him, but the results were not good at all. Fortunately, Song Qingxue used a pack of silver needles to heal his leg slowly.

Otherwise, he would really be paralyzed for life as some people wished, and then those people would be so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

Song Qingxue felt very touched by his compliment.

She just grinned and said modestly: "No, no, it's because you are in good physical condition, and your heart is strong and your desire to recover is strong. If it were someone who was depressed, I'm afraid it wouldn't be good."

Although her first few words were polite, the latter part was full of true feelings.

She swore that Xiahou Chongyuan was the patient with the best mentality among all the patients she had treated.

If anyone else were to suffer from half-body paralysis, they would probably become depressed. But Xiahou Chongyuan was different. Not only did he not become depressed, but he was like nothing had happened. After he recovered his spirits, he started to do his work as usual.

Besides that, what impressed her the most was that when Xiahou Chongyuan heard others talking about his paralysis, he didn't even get angry!

She asked herself that if it were her, she would never be able to remain so calm.

Maybe this is the demeanor of a big boss.

For this type of people, success or failure has little to do with physical health.

She would like to call this kind of people the strongest ones with disabilities but strong wills!

Xiahou Chongyuan couldn't help but smile, "I believe in your medical skills."

In fact, his mentality was not as good as Song Qingxue said and thought, but he heard Song Qingxue's determination to cure him, so he was willing to give it a try and leave the fate of his legs to her.

Now it seems that he was right and Song Qingxue did not let him down.

When Song Qingxue heard his remarks, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She laughed dryly and said awkwardly, "I am so lucky to have the prince's trust."

After listening to her, Xiahou Chongyuan suddenly had an idea, so he continued the topic and asked, "I am a little curious. How did the princess, the daughter of a military commander, learn such advanced medical skills?"

Hearing his question, Song Qingxue's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Xiahou Chongyuan hadn't asked about this matter for so long that she almost forgot about it. Now that he brought it up all of a sudden, she was so scared that she almost couldn't control her expression.

"Well, I'm self-taught." Song Qingxue still insisted on what she said at the beginning, and then to show her affirmation, she even raised her chin proudly and boasted about herself: "To be honest, I am the medical genius that is hard to come by in a century! Prince, you can meet me in this life, it must be because you did a lot of good things in your previous life!"

She was unequivocal in her boasting.

However, she said this out of confidence.

Before she was included in this book, the old seniors always praised her like this.

What a medical genius that is rare in a century, what an outstanding talent that is one in a million, anyway, all kinds of praises made her happy, and the old seniors basically used them to praise her.

But she definitely deserves these compliments.

After all, she is the only closed disciple of the master of modern medicine. Her teacher is a real heavyweight who rarely accepts disciples. In most of his life, he has only accepted her as his closed disciple.

Looking at her consistent self-boasting behavior, Xiahou Chongyuan couldn't help laughing.

He smiled and said, "If she is really self-taught, then the princess is really a genius in this area."

"Of course not!" Seeing him praising her in such a good mood, Song Qingxue's heart immediately calmed down.

Xiahou Chongyuan seemed to be in such a good mood, so he probably wouldn't continue to investigate the question of why she knew medical skills today.

Although Xiahou Chongyuan never asked her where her medical skills came from, this matter has always been a thorn in her heart.

She was afraid that Xiahou Chongyuan would one day delve into her medical skills, and that trying to fool around with it every time was not a long-term solution.

But she really couldn't think of any reliable reason to explain this.

Almost the entire aristocratic circle in Shangjing City knew about the original owner's past deeds. She was too busy bullying the weak and fearing the strong to have time to learn medical skills!

Song Qingxue thought about it for a long time, but couldn't come up with a more reasonable reason than "talent". So she could only use this reason to continue fooling people.

But what if Xiahou Chongyuan really investigates the matter and even sends people to find out the origin of her medical skills?

Is it too late for her to get some fake documents now?

This idea only stayed in Song Qingxue's mind for a moment before she rejected it herself.

This is totally unrealistic. They all grew up in the same city and are from well-known and wealthy families. Even if she really faked it, others would be able to tell it at a glance.

It would be better to insist that she is a genius in the medical field. Although others may not believe it, they can't find any reason to doubt it. After all, no one can see what kind of talent someone has. As the descendant of a generation of generals, her family members often get injured. What's wrong with her having some medical knowledge?

Have questions?

That's naturally no problem, Xiahou Chongyuan thought secretly in his heart.

Everyone can make up stories, but he admires Song Qingxue's ability to do so.

However, in order to prevent her from continuing to scare herself and doing something strange, Xiahou Chongyuan decided to speak up to pull her thoughts back from the sky.

"The Third Prince's wedding will be held in a few days. Princess, have you decided what gift to give?" In order to prevent her from falling into an endless loop, Xiahou Chongyuan simply changed the subject.

It just so happens that it’s time to think about this matter.

Although Xiahou Jun has always had little presence, he is a member of the royal family after all. He naturally cannot be too neglectful, so as not to bring shame to their royal family.

Song Qingxue looked at him after hearing this, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "We don't have a very good relationship with him, so why don't we just pick two valuable things from your warehouse and give them to him?"

She just finds this kind of thing annoying.

She found it troublesome from the bottom of her heart that the rule here was that not only did one have to pay a share of money but also had to give extra gifts when dining at a banquet.

Besides, are Xiahou Chun and Zhao Wanqiu worthy of her spending time choosing gifts for them?

They deserve shit!

She was too lazy to bother with it. There were so many treasures gathering dust in the palace warehouse anyway. It would be embarrassing to just take out two of them and give them away. So why bother with it?

Although this question was asked by Xiahou Chongyuan, Song Qingxue's idea coincided with his.

Xiahou Jun really doesn't deserve their worry.

Thinking of this, Xiahou Chongyuan smiled and said, "What the princess said is very true. Then just pick two items from the warehouse and send them over."